Текст песни Жаб Жабыч - Шива

Now is not the winter
And few people smoke in the stairwell
Yes, and I almost did not smoke
I almost did not write songs
During an open smile
I'm a dead person
I have not look out the window
I have long been waiting to lead
My phone is silent
When I speak to him face
They did not call
We all remember what I asked for silence
I lost it
What he is found with such difficulty
I do not have the buzz
I have no sense
I wander into the kitchen
Take a dose of caffeine
Nope trace of the old melancholy and spleen
What is my problem
Then smoke in the stairwell
For himself read lyrics
Yes I am cool but I
Every day, all uninteresting

Gimme cities
Emerald continents
In the central square
crystal Reflections
Let me go with you on fire and not burn
But I do not see you
Just as you do not have, so do not be me
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva
Give me air
To breathe and sing
A thousand hands to play
All your rock'n'roll
Give me a thousand eyes
And to see you all
But I do not see you
Just as you do not have, so do not be me
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva
Gimme cities
Streets after rain
For me to go in anguish
Looking for you
Give me a pain in my heart full of false ideas
To explode the phone rings
Middle of the night a fucking life
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva

Again night
Again, there is no people on the stairs
I drink tea scored dick
I do not wait for creative ideas
I take a cigarette
I am going up the stairs to smoke
In the hope that as before
There there is someone to talk to
But
Now is not the winter
And few people smoke in the stairwell
Yes, and I almost did not smoke
I almost did not write songs
I receive their sight, the lack of self
And the void
Gosha bull against the wall and throw
In the last line

Gimme cities
Emerald continents
In the central square
crystal Reflections
Let me go with you on fire and not burn
But I do not see you
Just as you do not have, so do not be me
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva
Gimme cities
Streets after rain
For me to go in anguish
Looking for you
Give me a pain in my heart full of false ideas
To explode the phone rings
Middle of the night a fucking life
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva
Shiva
Om Hamah
Shiva

Now is not the winter
And few people smoke in the stairwell
Yes, I almost do not smoke
Yes, I almost did not write songs
I receive their sight, the lack of self
And the void
Gosha bull against the wall and throw
In the last line